Jesus of Suburbia
"I'm the son of rage and love
"The Jesus of suburbia"
The bustling city had finally dimmed down. Las Vegas was full of sins from losing money, to losing a loved one. Yes, sins have been committed, but have also been cleared thanks to the Las Vegas Crime Lab that was now #2 in the country. But this case was one they would never forget.
"Have you eliminated your target," a female voice asked.
"Yes. I'll be heading over to the strip for my next target. Please transfer my fee," a dark voice replied. He closed his cell phone and started walking over to his van, leaving behind a dirty alley, and a dead man, with a bullet in his head.
Grissom and Sara stared at the scene In front of them. The alley was not very big but was extremely dirty with beer bottles and broken glass all over the place. Right in the middle, was a body of a male that was lying on the ground with a puddle of blood, surrounding his head. As Grissom lifted up the yellow tape for Sara to enter, she noticed many footprints embedded into the ground. Taking pictures, and collecting it for evidence, she turned to Grissom and said, "You know, these shoeprints are pretty big. It looks like a size 9 or 10 ½." Turning his head to look at her, he nodded in agreement. He decided to look at the broken glass first to see if there were any prints or blood from the attacker. There wasn't much glass but a lot of beer bottles instead. Squatting, he picked up tiny fragments of clear glass and carefully put them in container so that he could bring it back to the lab to put them back together. He didn't collect any prints but did find blood and was not surprised that it belonged to the victim.
Sara, on the other hand, found about 12 footprints but no hairs or fibers. After collecting everything she found, she walked over to the body and examined it for a minute or two before David, the assistant corner, came to distinguish what killed this man and when he died.
First, David checked his clothes and pockets to see if there was anything in them. He found nothing but a piece of paper that looked like it had a phone number on it. He handed it to Sara as she took and placed it in an evidence bag. "Looks like a gunshot right into the back of the head. The victim must have had his back to the gunman," David stated, loud enough for both Grissom and Sara to hear. "Did you find a bullet," Grissom asked. David shook his head. "No, must still be inside his head. We're going to bring this guy back to lab." Both Sara and Grissom nodded as they watched the body being put into the corner's van and drive off.
Walking over to stand by Grissom, Sara decided to speak up. "Come on. Let's head back to the lab." Giving her a smile, they got into his truck and drove off into the night, not knowing that another person, has been killed.